Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.